Lyrics:
own mistakes
Out of a selfish place
And maybe I was wrong
But I wrote my own life start a hardly right not scared of the unknown
I'm crazy but
I hear her voice in my mind
I know her face by heart
Heaven and earth are moving in my soul
I don't know where to start
Tell me, tell me
starts
Can you hear my heart?
Tell me with your heart
Don't you know?
We can get on beyond the words
Shining on you on and on and
break it down
let's party
No oh no je ne t’aime pas, just a kiss on your neck
No oh no je ne t’aime pas, better off by yourself
No oh no je ne t’aime pas, just a lie, then i
your sweat cold
dont betray
i must have been missing out
this looks like a brand new start
once in a while things collapse
so we can make it better next
pop pop pop
pop pop pop
my scope that cope you hope
that I smoke dope cause
I\'ll kill you in your home
she don\'t be half stepin fool
I know where you
straight out the hood
Niggas calling me Eiht cause the 38 snub
Couple shots now they off and running
Maybe a couple more till the cops start coming
Funny
with you
With you
I love dancin'
I love dancin'
I love dancin'
I love dancin' with you
With you
I'm in another world when we start dancin'
can somehow ease your pain
Help me God where do I start
Why must I destroy my best friend's heart
We were once kings of the world
We just laughed our
I'm seein people neurotic.
Robotic. A lot of media frenzy on every topic Excited we got a shot at rockin the higher logic Funny to get discovered by
My lil' bitch look like Barbie
Fuck Ruth's Chris, we go to Hardee's
Sniper rifle, don't start me
Voice-activate Benz, no car key
Clear whip, same
Don't act on a pimp
You got me enticed by the way you rock dem hips
You's a trip, girl, doin' all dem tricks
That's what's up
I like dat shit a lot
Come
lifetime depended on
You're a centerfold, every woman's inner goal
To meet in a nigga and his money long
Hey this a letter to my ex hoes
Before I start
to the crack and I make shit get wild
Run it by bust to start to punch, others front
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin grain in
on tha starter,
Watch wat you say to me get it put on ya,
Fucked by a chick in a skirt named karma,
Word I'm a mama I ain't for the drama,
I'm
the get-go
Now you're hooked n you can't seem to let go
Your friends hate my guts
But they don't know what it's like bein' loved by a
Mm, mm
Psycho
Uh, it's that knock right here
Uh, y'all in that mood yet?
You need a subwoof' to play this in the car by the way
Let's go
I'm a be quiet, let
you, you say we just friends but not tonight boo.
Lets pretend you my Cinderella, have you home by twelve, or respect the fellas.
Keep you together in my
wild
Run it by, bust to start, to punch, others front
Top drop Cesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain, like a tweezer
the killin season, moves the crowd
As the bullets hit with no names
Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot
Flies like an eagle
Becomes the strap by
dreams are made of, um um in the night
Ain't this what dreams are made of
Sometimes we move with no choice
To the call of wild crazy voices
And you start
let pass by.
To her he might be the man of her dreams
To find where she's been hiding inside
Broken or battered, it really doesn't matter
Her
of the evidence
It's over, she's gone for good
Why should I lie, singin' a killer's lullaby?
Identified by the dying ring of her goodbye
The last thing you hear
them records ain't sellin and the stitches start tellin
Motherfucker they yellin get 'em Buck!!
Grindin grindin I can make it happen
'Cause I'm
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